Meg

A.N: A short but sweet chapter, I have to be in a foul mood to write for the next chapter, and I was feeling too happy to write it today so I decided to write this filler instead to soften the blow of the next one, I felt like it wasnt my best chapter yet, so let me know what you think my dears :P Oh and on a sidenote, I wrote this without spellcheck so pardon if some words are spelled incorrectly...this isnt my computer and I find it rather odd to be writing on it in the first place, it has such a strange keyboard lmao. Anyway, enjoy.

Monica tossed and turned, the air around her smothered her causing her to throw the sheets around her to the side. She whined slightly, her eye cracking open slowly as she looked around. Blackness surrounded her causing panic to kick in, she picked her head up and looked around hopelessly.

She felt a sharp pain around her ankle, her hand travled down to where the soure was to find bandages wrapped around the damanged area. She grimaced as she remembered the events that had led her here.

Her scared eyes darted around searching for anything to light the room in which she found herself in. She decided to try to get up and walk to see if there was a door leading out of the room, but instantly felt her foot collapsing under her.

She cried out in pain ready to hit the floor due to her lack of balance, her arms flailed hopelessly trying to catch her body before two arms caught her before she could fall to the floor.

"What do you think you are doing?" a voice asked harshly as she winced inwardly feeling she had done something wrong. She dropped her head as strands of hair fell over her face in a disorderly fashion.

"I was trying to get up," she replied quietly holding her weight up with her unharmed foot. She could hear him snort in disbelief despite the pain she was feeling and she dropped her head once more.

"Where would you go in your condition?" he asked her once more, his grip tightening slighlty around her arms causing her to flinch. He noticed this but refused to lessen the pressure he was applying .

"Anywhere but here, I cant see anything," she replied in a monotone voice, a laugh reached her ears and she could feel his chest vibrating with the action. She looked around one more trying to see if her eyes had adjusted to the dark room. She was greeted with nothing but darkness yet again.

"Does the darkness bother you?" he chuckled slightly eyeing her form. Unlike her he could see very clearly despite it being pitch dark. This was his room after all, it would be absurd if he were to be stumbling around in his own home.

He was expecting to hear her tell him that she loathed the dark, everyone did. Few people could see the true beauty underneath all of it. They related it to evil things, murderers, crimes. Sure all of that was true, but nighttime was otherworldly when you saw if from a different perspective.

"No, but I cant see a thing, I cant even see you...how pathetic is that?" she replied causing him to take her expression in once more. She wasnt panicked like she had been when she woke, an odd expression graced her features, an unnerving calmness eminated from her causing him to lessen his grip slightly.

Most people were uncomfortable in his presence, fearful at the very least. What was wrong with the woman in his arms. He just couldnt understand her, he probably never would.

"What was going through your mind when you went after me?" he scolded remembering the reason he was in this predicament in the first place. Her eyes closed briefly before she opened them once more.

Her hand travled up his vest until it reached the side of his exposed face, "I couldnt live with myself if you killed him," she replied caressing his cheek as he leaned into her touch before being brought back to reality by something that had been eating away at him.

"Do you still love him?" he asked backing away from her slightly, his grip loosenig even more. She could feel his lips drop slightly and she moved forward despite her injured foot.

"Do you still love her? After all she did to you, can you find it in yourself to forgive someone who has done so much damage?" she asked answering his question with another of her own. His eyes dropped slightly as well, she had a point.

Christine had done so much damage to him already, she had nearly killed his ability to compose when she chose the fop over him, she had nearly killed him when she rejected his offer and returned his ring. His heart wouldnt stop aching due to her abscense, for years he was left to rot down in the catacombs once more, he couldnt even fathom how he had survived.

"I do not love her," he managed to admit, Monica merely remained silent. She had expected him to say he still loved the soprano, that he always would. What had caused his sudden change in feelings?

"That's my point, I did love him at one time, but after what he did...I can no longer feel the same towards him," she told him, "but he does not deserve to die..." she added sparking a flame within the Phantom.

"Look at what he has done to you, how dare you say he does not deserve to die!" he snarled at her pulling her back to him when she made a move to back away from him. He shook her slightly, her hair brushing against his hand slightly as he stopped himself upon seeing her expression. She stared back bewildered, her hair, if possible, more dishelved than before.

"Look at what she did to you," she told him calmly, "you turned your back on the world, and stopped composing," she snapped before continuing, "that is a sin far greater than my own," she told him calmly once more. "I wallowed in self pity for a while, but Im not that important to the world, I dont compose, I dont sing, I dont paint, I dont do anything that could be worth preserving, my life woudlnt be grieved as much as someone who has ofered the world far more than it deserves," she finalized dropping her hand from his face much to his dissapoinment.

"You dance," he stated simply causing her to glance at him in shock.

"Excuse me?" she asked him amazed at what he had just told her.

"You are a dancer," he stated once more as he mouth dropped open.

"How did you know?" she asked surprised that he had managed to find out. She couldnt come to the conclusion on how he had discovered that, but it was too late to try and cover it now.

"When I was bandaging your ankle, I could tell, dancer's feet are always delicate and beautifuly shaped," he told her earining a blush out of her. She danced, that was a fact she couldnt even try to deny it, but no one had ever been able to tell just by looking at her feet.

She didnt even bother in replying, he could tell by her struck expression he had hit the mark. It was true after all, while he had bandaged her up he had noticed how her feet were shaped, he hadnt seen that type of form since Madame Giry and Meg. Perhaps there was something he could do to improve her skill to surpass their own.

He had so many things to teach her, he would make her surpass Chrisine and Meg, he owed her that much. She had done so much for him, and he had done so little for her, that was the least he could do.

"It is late, you should get some sleep before the child wakes," he told her leading her over to his bed once more. She didnt protest, she felt tired.

"Listen, she's been going on about going to a circus, I dont supose you would know of a really good one, would you?" she asked him settling back down on his bed, the scent of roses filling her senses once more.

"I do, I shall take you there tomorrow," he replied quite confidently. After all, he was the owner of the sideshow attraction. No other circus could or would rival his own, for it was the best in the world, that much he was sure of.

Monica was surprised when he told her he knew of one, she had always thought he never went outside of the Opera House, perhaps she was wrong. With that thought she settled down on his bed once more and sighed in discontent.

"Erik, could you stay with me, I dont like to stay here by myself when its this dark," she asked him before he reached the door. He sighed, he knew if he turned around he would stay with her once his eyes landed on her own pleading pair. He tried with all of his strenght to ignore her request, but like he had stated before, there was nothing she could ask for that he could ever refuse. She had used his name, he didnt think she would remember, but that alone got him to look at her once more, instantly his body moved towards her form on the bed.

He sat next to her on an armchair he had next to the bed. He closed his eyes not really expecting to get any sleep tonight before he felt a hand on his arm. He opened his eyes slowly and glaced at Monica who was smiling at him from her positon on the bed.

"I dont know how many times Ive said this, but thank you," she whispered to him before taking her hand back and settling into a more confortable position on his bed. He stared at her until she drifted off to sleep and even then he continued to look at her.

He stood and brushed a strand of gravity-defying hair from her face and tossed it back into place gently before crouching to examine her sleeping expression more closely.

"It is I who should be thanking you," he whispered more to himself than to her as he stood and headed towards the chair once more, "you saved me from this black despair," he commented running his hand over the petals of a rose he had found on his counter before settling back down into the chair.

"Do not tear me apart like she did, that is all I ask of you," he finalized crushing the rose in his palm remmbering that fateful night up on the rooftop. He let the dead petals fall to he ground followed by the stem of the flower. He looked at her once last time before closing his eyes and attempting to sleep before the sun rose tomorrow.

He had a lot of work ahead of him..

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